the rush. “What are we doing, Ryder?”
“You know what we’re doing.”
“I’d like it spelled out if you don’t mind.”
“Should’ve figured.” He had to stand again, take a moment to walk to the rail again. “Right from the first minute. You come walking in, upstairs, and it was like being hit with a lightning bolt. I didn’t like it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. I stayed away from you.”
“At least,” she murmured.
“I kept my distance. Then you wanted sex.”
“Oh, Ryder.” She laughed, shook her head. “Well, that’s true.”
“So I gave you a break. It was just supposed to be sex, right?”
“Right.”
“It was okay to like each other. It’s better if you do. And maybe to figure each other out some, all good. But the more I figured you out, the more it wasn’t just sex. I didn’t much like that either.”
“This has been very hard on you.”
“See, that snooty tone? Why does that grab me like it does? You grab me, Hope, by the throat, by the gut, by the balls, by the heart.”
Her breath caught. How foolish. How wonderful. “You said heart.”
“I kept thinking it’s just the way you look, because the way you look, it drops a man to his knees. But that’s just a nice add-on. Really nice, but it’s not the way you look. It’s the way you are. Everything kept sliding around, like it was trying to find its place. Then it clicked in, fit. Done. You. Naked in the grass at sunrise. That was it.”
“It was sooner for me,” she managed, “but not very much.”
“So, I’m going to tell you.” He took another drink. “I’ve said it to my mother, and to Carolee. My grandma, and if I’m drunk enough I’ve said it to my brothers. But I’ve never said it to another woman. It’s not right to say what you’re not sure of, or to use it to smooth the way.”
“Wait.” She set her glass aside, rose to go to him. To stand with him over Main Street and look in his eyes. “Tell me now.”
“I love you. And I’m okay with it.”
She laughed. Her heart sang, but she laughed and took his face in her hands. “I love you. And I’m okay with it, too.”
“I don’t do poetry.”
“No, Ryder, you don’t do poetry. But you stand up for me. You tell me the truth. You make me laugh, and you make me want. You let me be and feel who I am. And you fell in love with me even when you didn’t want to.”
He closed his hands over her wrists. “I’m not going to stop.”
“No, don’t stop.”
She leaned to him, leaned on him, let that wonderful surge come, and let her speeding heart ride on it. “I’m so happy to love you. So happy to have you, just exactly the way you are. I’m so happy you told me tonight, when it was about friends and family, when it was about home.”
“It used to bother me that you were perfect.”
“Oh, Ryder.”
“I had that wrong.” He drew her back a little, to see her. “What you are is perfect for me. So.” He dug into his pocket, pulled out a box, flipped it open.
She stared at the diamond, then at him. “You—” She didn’t know how to get the words out through the stunned surprise and joy. “You bought me a ring?”
“Of course I bought you a ring.” Annoyance shimmered. “What do you take me for?”
“What do I take you for?” She tried to catch her breath, couldn’t. And stared down at the ring that flashed like a star in the porch lights. “Exactly what you are. Just exactly.”
“I love you, so we’re getting married.”
She held out her hand, tapped her ring finger.
“Right.” He took the ring, slid it on her finger.
“It fits,” she said softly. “How did you know?”
“Measured one of your other ones.”
“I’m so lucky to be marrying a handy man.”
“When you do, you’re moving. My wife’s not living at the inn.”
“Oh.” Details, she thought. She was good with details and adjustments. So she wrapped her arms around him. “I bet Carolee will be happy to take over the innkeeper’s apartment, shuffle the schedule. We’ll work it out.”
“Later,” he decided.
“Later,” she agreed, and lost herself in him. “It’s beautiful. It’s all beautiful.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, started to sigh. And her breath caught. “Ryder. Oh God, Ryder, look. There.” She pointed to the other end of the porch.
They stood together in the shadows, locked in an embrace. He wore the rough clothes of a laborer, not a torn and bloody uniform. Hope saw his hand fist at the back of Lizzy’s dress, as Ryder’s often did with hers.
“He found her. Her Billy, he found her. They found each other. They’re together now.”
“Don’t cry. Come on.”
“I cry when I need to. Get used to it. After all this time, after all the waiting, there they are. You look like him a little. Like her Billy.”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“I do. I think you showed him the way. I don’t know how. It doesn’t matter how.” For a moment her eyes met Lizzy’s. Joy into joy. “Everyone’s exactly where they belong.”
EPILOGUE
ON A BLOOMING EVENING IN SPRING, AVERY TWISTED HER gumball-machine ring while Clare and Hope fastened her wedding gown.
“I’m not nervous.”
“Of course not,” Hope said.
“Okay, a little, but just because I want to look really good.”
“Believe me, you do. Turn around and look,” Clare ordered.
In the bedroom of The Penthouse, Avery turned toward the big mirror. “Oh, I
“Gorgeous is what you look,” Hope corrected. “Avery, you’re gorgeous. The dress is stunning. I shouldn’t have doubted your online acumen.”
“It just right.” Delighted with herself, Avery turned a circle so the sparkling skirt flowed with her. “It’s me.”
“You’re glowing like a candle.” Clare touched Avery’s bright hair. “A flame.”
“Champagne! Quick! Before I tear up and ruin the makeup Hope worked so hard on.”
“For the bride, and the attendants.” Hope poured. “And even for the nursing mother.”
“The twins can handle it. Luke and Logan are tough.”
“Look at us. The wife, the bride, and the bride-to-be.” Avery lifted a glass, toasted them all. “Your turn in September,” she said to Hope.
“It can’t come soon enough. Which is crazy to say since I have so much left to do. But today’s yours, and I can promise you everything is exactly and wonderfully perfect.”
“It couldn’t be otherwise. I’m marrying my boyfriend, with my two best friends beside me, my dad, the woman who’s been my mom since I was a kid, my brothers. And I’m doing it in the most beautiful place I know.”
“I’m going to text the photographer, have him come up. We’re on a schedule,” Hope reminded her.
She checked everything. The flowers, the food, the table displays. Candles, linens. Stopped long enough to help Beckett pass the chubby-cheeked twins and their three brothers to Clare’s mother and Carolee. To adjust Ryder’s tie, as an excuse to nuzzle his neck.
